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A Tuft Flower BY Robert Frost

Published on Nov 22, 2015

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A Tuft of Flowers
BY Robert
Frost

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I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

the dew was gone that made his blade so keen
before i came to view the levelled scene

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I Looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

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I listened for his whetstone upon the breeze

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But he had gone his way,
the grass all mown.
And I must be, as he had Been
-Alone,

Photo by Robert S. Donovan

'As all must be,I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.'

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But as i said it,swift there passed me by On noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly,

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seeking with memories grown dim o"er night Some resting flower of yesterday's delight

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And once i marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground

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And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry:

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But he turned first,and led my eyes to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

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12.

I left my place to know them by their name,

Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

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13.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.

But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

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14.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,

Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

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15.

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;

So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,

And weary, sought at noon with him the shade

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16.

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech

With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

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17.

‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,

‘Whether they work together or apart.’

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A Tuft Flower BY Robert Frost

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A Tuft of FlowersBY RobertFrost

I went to turn the grass once after oneWho mowed it in the dew before the sun.the dew was gone that made his blade so keenbefore i came to view the levelled scene

I Looked for him behind an isle of trees;I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

I listened for his whetstone upon the breeze

But he had gone his way,the grass all mown.And I must be, as he had Been-Alone,

'As all must be,I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.'

But as i said it,swift there passed me by On noiseless wing a bewildered butterfly,

seeking with memories grown dim o"er night Some resting flower of yesterday's delight

And once i marked his flight go round and round,As where some flower lay withering on the ground

And then he flew as far as eye could see,And then on tremulous wing came back to me.I thought of questions that have no reply,And would have turned to toss the grass to dry:

But he turned first,and led my eyes to lookAt a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus, By leaving them to flourish, not for us,Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,That made me hear the wakening birds around,And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;So that henceforth I worked no more alone;But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,And weary, sought at noon with him the shade

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speechWith one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,‘Whether they work together or apart.’

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A Tuft of Flowers
BY Robert
Frost

I went to turn the grass once after one
Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

the dew was gone that made his blade so keen
before i came to view the levelled scene

I Looked for him behind an isle of trees;
I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

But he had gone his way,
the grass all mown.
And I must be, as he had Been
-Alone,

And once i marked his flight go round and round,
As where some flower lay withering on the ground

And then he flew as far as eye could see,
And then on tremulous wing came back to me.
I thought of questions that have no reply,
And would have turned to toss the grass to dry:

But he turned first,and led my eyes to look
At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,
A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

I left my place to know them by their name,

Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.

But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

The butterfly and I had lit upon,

Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

That made me hear the wakening birds around,
And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

And feel a spirit kindred to my own;

So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,

And weary, sought at noon with him the shade

And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech

With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

‘Men work together,’ I told him from the heart,

‘Whether they work together or apart.’